telepathboy

I have a LOT of caffeine in my system. I went over to hang with Michelle for a bit, and we ended up at Denny's like we usually do. (Her father was watching her sleeping kids, don't worry Mim.) Actually, before we left, I introduced her to the joy that is Djarum Black. Nummy nums. Ah, the lovely desenitized mouth feeling. Anyway, Denny's. We talked about a little bit of everything. Love and Sex, mostly... as those tend to be the two most important topics of conversation in the world. Double that for ex-lovers, I'd suppose. She has a taste for the details... so we were both sharing of our recent expeditions. For once, mine are actually a bit more interesting and complex than other peoples. Thank you Kat & Kelli. So we talked, and we talked... we were at Denny's for near three hours. I'm such a weirdly bad person... just at random points in time when she'd make a sad or depressed or something face... I just wanted to lean over and stick my tongue down her throat. I'm crazy like that. Didn't though, thank you for your patience. And your patients. Or am I the patient? The perpetual therapist, seeking treatment of his own through the advice and direction he administers to his clients. An interesting concept. More often true than not, I suppose, since we are only helping others to make us feel better about being ourself. I'm writing very chaotically as things flow into my brain, and out of my fingers. So, while this may look like the ramblings of a sleep-deprived person with far too much caffeine in their system, it is really no different then what transfers between my ears on a normal day. I just care a whole lot less. I've reviewed it, thought about changing some things, punctuation, maybe creating a second paragraph or two. But I don't wanna.

Lied.

The waitress wasn't feeling well.. and her paleness showed through her overly-applied makeup. But yet, she still found the energy to flirt with me. I paid attention, and kept an ear out for how she was treating the other tables... not anything like how she was treating me. She didn't pay a lot of attention to Michelle, strangely enough. This really cute idea came into my head while I was sitting there. The waitress kept apologizing for not being around enough, or for me having to wait for my coffee, et cetera, et cetera. I wanted to take one of the sugar packets, and write my phone number on it... give it to her and say "here darling, if you're really that concerned about it... give me a call and let me know when you have the time to make it up to me." To which, in my head, she would giggle a little, and ask me why I gave her my number on a sugar packet. I would reply "Just to remind you of how sweet I am." Good plan, eh? There's also a really cute chick at the shitty new pizza place. I don't want to go back there for their pizza... I do want to go back for her number. Diane or Diana, I can't remember. But very cute.

At the end of the night, I pulled up to Michelle's father's place, and stopped the car. She leaned over to give me a hug, decided that wasn't good enough, unbuckled her seatbelt, and gave me a much better hug. I gave her a quick peck on the forehead, then released the hug and said "Now get the fuck out". Jokingly, but it was funny. I'm now here. Goodnight